Death and Writing
This last three weeks I keep telling myself that I want to make a post here. With so much that’s so important happening in my life, there’s no shortage of material. Three weeks ago I returned from an 8 day retreat called Enlightened Society Assembly at Shambhala Mountain Center (SMC). I heartily recommend both. Those 8 days marked a major shift for me — I’m still finding out exactly what that shift is entailing. I know there’s a shift because I feel different. Not quite so self-conscious and worried about whether I’m measuring up to expectations. What’s really live for me today, though, is death. I promise that I did not premeditate that sentence, but now that it’s out I’m going to have to leave it. Still life with skull and a writing quill by Pieter Claesz. (Apparently, I'm not the only one who associates